Morning Mist Plant Healing

The morning mist curled around the old cedar fence, and I felt the plants lean in, as if listening. I offered my hand to a stranger in the park, hoping my empathy could be a balm, though a small doubt lingered that I had read their story wrong. While the wind whispered through the leaves, I knelt beside a sprig of lavender, sharing a quiet conversation, trusting it would help the day settle. Even as I wrapped my palms around the soil, I wondered if I was being too trusting, but the scent of earth steadied my heart. 🌿 #healing #plantwhispers